I’m a pedestrian at heart. I honestly adore walking the city, rain or shine, an activity that’s either incredibly brave or crazy stoopid. Because, to my great regret, I’m equipped with the motor skills of a roaring drunk. For me, an afternoon stroll is nothing short of daredevilish, á la Evel Knievel. It’s just plain … Continue reading : the all-new, all-out street war :
Tag: walking
: most prefer their head in the clouds :
Here again, I’m odd man out. I want my feet up there, in the clouds. As often as I can manage, I step out on the balcony, hoist those babies onto the railing, and let the breeze caress my toes. It’s sweet, sweet relief. My feet, you see, pay a heavy price in times of … Continue reading : most prefer their head in the clouds :
: pardon the Easter blasphemy :
Sure, saying I rose from the injured sounds sacrilegious, but it’s accurate. I caught my foot on a metal storm grate the other afternoon and went head first onto the pavement. Onlookers were zipping past in cars and buses and on motorcycles, so I popped up like toast and kept walking with a blood-drenched tissue … Continue reading : pardon the Easter blasphemy :
: walking and chewing gum, plus a farewell :
You know what? It’s not as hard as it looks. Seriously, I walked and chewed gum at the same damn time. And I’m here to tell the tale -- uninjured, too. I’m not even wearing a Band-Aid. Over the course of the weekend, I’ve probably covered six or seven miles just wandering aimlessly, with no … Continue reading : walking and chewing gum, plus a farewell :
the whirly girl 